Noble Wolf Vodka Novels & Stories

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

My whole body tingling as if I’d been set on fire. My whole life I’d been taught that the Blood Moons were awful, barbaric, stupid slobs. However, the more I looked around, the more they just seemed like normal wolves, just going about their lives. “Oooh, they’ve got booze!” Lucy yelled over the music. “Let’s get some punch, I bet it’ll calm your nerves.” I wasn’t exactly sold on the idea—I had never drunk before except ceremonial wine—but as he shoved the cup into my hand and the scent of vodka and fruit hit my nose and I stared into the red solo cup, I just shrugged and slammed it.

Jossie's POV: There is a beer produced by werewolves called, 'Wolfweiser.' It's brewed and spiked with wolfsbane. It's about the only beer wolves prefer. Because, its effects on us are stronger than the average beer. The cans are purple with the logo in bold gold. There is a wolf howling towards the moon on it. Wolfweiser is used at large backyard parties. There are a few knock-off brands but nothing beats drinking a Wolfweiser. Before I left Nathalie's apartment she gave me a can. "Don't come into work today. Just stay home and try to relax," she insisted. "Drink one of these if you feel like you're about to shift and give me a call."

I greeted, “Thirty-two this week. The females are untouched by wolf blood, pure human. Sweet blood, and free of illnesses your kind will feast for months.” “Price?” “Four hundred thousand total. Cash in untraceable accounts half now, half on delivery. And I want the usual bonus of two cases of that vintage you keep in your cellar. The one from 1789, you know how I like it.” A low chuckle. “Greedy wolf, Done, I’m transferring it now.” My laptop pinged and the funds were cleared.

The air was thick with smoke and musk, laughter echoing from transformed wolves reclining in the corners, some playing rough drinking games, others nuzzling into their mates with wild abandon. Again, the stench of raw meat and blood mixed with the bitter tang of alcohol hit my nostrils. How disgusting! Pelts lined the walls, trophies from hunts and battles, and dim firelight flickered across the stones, giving the place an almost infernal glow. I kept my arms tight at my sides, refusing to show weakness. Alpha Knight gestured to a private alcove and poured a dark ombre liquid into two stone-carved mugs. “This,” he said, raising his glass, “is Bloodroot. Old as the first tribe. Only the stron

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

Unveiling a beautifully crafted wooden wolf statue with the Wuffaman shield carved into the base, the detail was phenomenal. She continued to open the gifts before her. She received a necklace with a blue sapphire pendant from her brothers, a dream catcher with raven feathers from Elder Griffin. She opened a package that was very bottle shaped, the wrappings fell, uncovering a black ceramic bottle, the word 'Mead' scrawled in cursive on the label. “ I would have gotten you an expensive bottle of whiskey, but someone has an unrefined palette. So thought you would prefer that.” Luca winked.

Alpha Altan, ignoring Vladimir's words, looked at Zeta Eli in surprise at his question because, as far as he could remember, he hadn't mentioned it in front of anyone. Howl Wolf Vladimir has black hair and hazel brown eyes. His eyes are the most striking feature: golden irises, flecks of hazel brown embedded in his pupils. His nose is also very prominent, as are his chin and jawline - His wolf persona was a gift to him from the Goddess. "Your body smells like a vampire," he said, pouring some green-colored liquid into a bowl which the Alpha Altan finished in one breath. Today, I feel very strange about that dickhead," Alpha Altan said as he placed the cup back on the table.

I stay in the room for a few more minutes before the nagging in the back of my head forces me to get up and head up the stairs. I walk to the cellar and pick one of the aged whiskeys I got as a gift from the Stillwater pack. They have the best distilleries in the world and have one of the best brands both in the werewolf community and outside of it. What the humans don’t know is, their aged whiskey is strong enough to knock out even a werewolf, they found a way to manipulate wolfsbane and make it less dangerous but strong enough to make people delirious. I pour a glass and take a seat at the bar, my head feels heavy and it is starting to throb.

He found The Luna sitting sewing at the kitchen table, “Sorry to disturb, Luna, you wouldn’t happen to have something for a nightcap would you?” “Of course, what would you like?” “Sack or whisky if you have it.” “You know the humans call it sherry?” she asked as she uncorked a bottle, pouring out the dark wine. “I didn’t. Thank you.” He accepted the drink, wanting the bottle but knowing that wasn’t acceptable. He needed enough to dull his wolf, however. Spending all day with his wolf nagging was driving him insane. He couldn’t keep doing it. “I leave you to it, My Prince.”